I check all my gear before activating the lift. I only had 3 drums of rockets, a couple of boxes of chain-gun ammo and a box of 20 shells. There was a blue sphere hidden behind a loose panel in the wall so I grabbed that, coupled with the blue armor I found earlier I felt I could take on anything Hell could throw at me.
I kicked on the lift and it took me up through tons of scaffolding and dangling wires, to the top of the anomaly. Once I arrived there were two pillars in the center of the star, and I felt a sudden sense of dread. I hoisted the rocket launcher and stepped off the platform. Once my boot hit the ground the door shot open and two, very pissed off... I dunno what to call them.
They stood 7 feet tall, with the head of a goat, torso of a man that looked like he was chiseled from rock, and long goat legs. In each hand was a glowing green ball of flame. Their eyes were lit from inside with fiery hatred hatred. They knew I was the reason their invasion failed, that I was responsible for blasting all their minions back to hell. And they knew I was there for them. They said as much with their inhuman howls as they charged, ready to tear me apart.
I got two rockets off before I had to dive out of the way. One barreled into the back of the elevator as the next one came up short and scorched the hair off my arms with a fireball. We continued the deadly dance, me pumping rockets into them and they shrug them off like flies. I dodge and weave, avoiding their fireballs. My last rocket took one down, and his brother seemed to get even more pissed off. I tossed the launcher aside and pulled out the chaingun, just as I heard the snorting of a pinkie right behind me.
I whipped around and shoved the barrel in the vile things gaping maw. I pulled the trigger and blasted through the thing into the pack behind him. I heard the sizzling of a fireball hurling through the air, I ducked just it time for it to catch the blown-out pinkie in what was left of it's face. The rest of his horde was filled with more lead than a number-two pencil. And the chaingun was dry, I turned around and tossed the gun to the side, staring down the goat-headed fucker. My shotgun was slung around my back.
He charged, both hands trailing green flames. I yelled and pulled the shotgun around, pumping round after round into his chest and head. He barreled into me with the force of a small truck, my last shot round I put the barrel up under his chin and pulled the trigger, blowing his head clean off. I rolled his stinking carcass off myself then I passed out.